"dare me tomorrow" she said

"dare me tomorrow" she said
her big eyes rolling day into dusk
"find a way to halt
the onslaught of lesser men"

it was a harsh command
I knew I had to follow
like night into next morning

"what do you see" she asked me
"is there anything worth saving?"

I knew she was serious
aiming for another chapter
in the ongoing process

I could hear the organ player
by the late-night mirror

"walk with me" she said

suddenly I was kind of afraid
to join or agree

solemnity is a stiff book
dire is what I am
sifting weird tales
from testimonies of the living




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-04-25 at 18:16

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